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Discovery at Adulthood

We were not poor, we were not rich
We never had a net without a fish
Neither did we have the heaviest box
But what mum prepared satisfied us.

I saw my parents as the world’s richest
For, everyday seem to be harvest
We had not the sharpest tool in shed
But we made memories that never fades.

I was never the sharp knife in drawer
But they inspired me to go on further
All along I felt my dad could buy a jet
And it all a wind chase for many years.

My parents hid the real world from me
They provided all of my dare needs
And never did their struggling face show
Or things they went through so I can glow.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My first two heartbreaks

My first heartbreak came from my father
Who made me wear my bib and tucker
After promising to take me to the end
Only to dodge and drive me round the bend..

My second heartbreak came from my mother
Pressing my wounds with boiling water
I was broken underneath her armpits
I thought she promised not to press it.

But these heartbreaks prepared me for the world
It opened my eyes to see beguiling odds
And how they cloud the gullible brain
Hence, I trust not all calling me sweet names.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

When I was a kid

When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs

I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till

At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt

Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head

From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play

Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent

Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions

From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids

I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes

Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step

When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Blood love

The bond in blood are no close shave
The truth is all I ever crave
And when it does land me to grave
I will be way proud ghosting so brave.

When it comes to family too
I can be caught between two stools
Not from knowledge I was schooled
But following my heart all way through.

There is a bridge I will not cross
If it makes blood to rot and rust
I will not attempt busting gut
Family bonding is all I trust.

If there are treasures to be found
Family is the whole nine yard
With a beautiful magic wand…
Abracadabra… it makes me glad.

Togetherness is bish bash bosh
And at some point there may be ish
But I still wouldn’t move an inch
Family is that, I only preach.

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The fleshes and bones of mothers

The crazy wild thoughts of a young girl
Would paint her to grey as hot as hell
Till dawn birth new phase called motherhood
Mentality clinch unlikelihood
Of returning back to as it were
Before the balloon was blown to swell

Respect mothers both in light and dark
Try to feel scars and web of stretch marks,
Rags she wears for her kids to look nice
Blooming, embarking on trips called life
Hold her scalp and extra fats she gained
Then you will understand abysmal pain.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Childhood rivalry

The thick blood we share is still
Flowing through valleys and hills
From the landscape of the shores
And the irony of sea storms.

Now we reside in our homes
Extended branch a lot to come
A perspective so beautiful
Hiding all we have been through.

It was war when we were kids
We fought over worthless things
The noise we made was a quake
Our neighborhood felt the shake.

Should I say the rivalry
Helped us bond quite easily?
For we stood by each other
Toe to toe against strangers.

Most times we swore not to speak
Then later our wounds we lick
We are now ripen apples;
It was all meant to happen.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beautiful Disaster

I have seen mountains boil coughing out volcanoes
Consuming every, both the young and old
Pouring down rage, exquisite and bold.

I have seen dark wraths tear humans apart
Without mercy or an atom of sympathy
Expunging all including fossil identity.

I have seen the sky unleash its thunder
Releasing trouble rains, mists, fogs and dews
But the best of their tranquil I saw was you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 3months old

Blood can never be broken nor bent by any pandemic
In you is the gene that can not be mimicked
By Tom, Dick and Harry or mere platonic…

Like larvas metamorphoses to butterflies
It is indeed so beautiful how fast time flies
Seems as if you grow every time I blink my eyes

Soon you will no longer crave for mom’s breast milk
A big girl from a version of great microcosmic
I can’t wait to see you become a classic chic.

Through the Aisle, to bearing children of my link
But today you are three months old still sucking milk
As my tender replica, mirror image and palindromic

I couldn’t have chosen a better first fruit other than you
Together we will go on adventures when the time is due
Intriguingly exciting they are to be, that I promise you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Our reflection

Hazel my daughter in whom I am well pleased
In her I see the feminine version of myself
And from another angle I clearly see her mummy

We are the images, and she is a plate
The ultimate father of lights is the picture
While life is the light, that placed us in her

She smiles infectiously like her mother,
And filled of enthusiasms like her father
Apples really do not fall far from its trees

She is our combination in reflection
Reason we are gifted from the father of lights
For she chose us, we never precisely picked her…

I see our noses, eyes and our reflection
It baffles me how breaths could replicate
Forming a perfect mirror image of it selves.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Do not flinch

Hazel my child you are so pure
Inside you is a super gene
Transcribed from wit and translated
From immeasurable greatness;
Your beauty is bright as a sun
With a strong untamed energy,
You represent a winning brood
Under God’s wings, favor and grace
Make the most of the brood you are.

Hazel my child, you will fly but
Before you run, you must first walk
Give yourself time to reach the moon
Steps on ladders have a purpose
For an introspective idea
All you need is to make a move
And never you be scared to fail
“Quitting cold turkey”, is the wedge
Only between you and success.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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